How It All Began
flatter that the first farmer gave up growing rope in order to cultivate rats, charmed by the dears hustling to make the earth a labyrinth, an unseen order of soil and chips of lightning driven cruelly down the path of most resistance up straight into untouched air where the drill bits turned molten but not too soon, for the blood and rust machine shook and all at once a hundred million differentials meshed and up stood civilization on its own hind legs yowling for the flash and tonnage of razor cathedrals tumbled in the battle-lit night of smoke and flame cheerless as chaos and the grim expectation of the last command which, when it came, split open the planetary skull out of which cracked pot invisible consciousness grew, sent levers to the base of the buried sun, lifted the mean god into life and everlasting misunderstanding to shine on the clouded dawn of ratkind, who, in ceremonious appreciation, gave the last farmer land flat enough to look like home, although it smelled infested. |
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